Secondly, Forsberg - while fighting back tears - tried to put into words the pain of watching someone only a few feet away from you accomplishing the very thing you've fought for your entire life. Let's not forget that hoisting the Cup is the endgame. Sure, Nashville's playoff run has been a grueling two-month journey, in which we saw players like Ryan Ellis, who had no business gutting out there for another game, on the ice shift after shift. I'm saying this is the ultimate goal that motivates many of the Preds to move across the world. A six-year-old Filip Forsberg sitting in his living room in Sweden watching the Colorado Avalanche (and Peter Forsberg) win the Stanley Cup - that happened. And from his backyard to an NHL workout room years later, that extra shot or rep was in pursuit of this one thing.
And now it's gone.
But here's the thing about loss: it takes away a hypothetical future, but all that happened before that moment, all of that incredible past preceding the pain, it can never go away.
Can I guess that you've already had a few of those moments? The ones where you think: "Wow, this really happened. To us. To our team. To our city." If you haven't, let me help you get there.
I'm not wearing it right now, but I could have one of
Project 615's t-shirts that says "Nashville Native"
and then it's just a picture of a unicorn. That shirt always makes me laugh.
What I'm saying is, I've already logged more than 25 years in the great state we call Tennessee, and more specifically, this indescribable, "little, big town" "diamond in the South" called Nashville, and I've never seen anything like the scene we've witnessed downtown the last couple weeks. Would not have even imagined it, honestly.